Think not on him till to-morrow:
I'll devise thee brave punishments for him.
Strike up, pipers.

First, of my word; therefore play, music. Prince,
thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife:
there is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.

Come, come, we are friends: let's have a dance ere
we are married, that we may lighten our own hearts
and our wives' heels.

I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of
wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour. Dost
thou think I care for a satire or an epigram? No:
if a man will be beaten with brains, a' shall wear
nothing handsome about him. In brief, since I do
purpose ...

Peace! I will stop your mouth.

A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts.
Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, I take
thee for pity.

'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me?

They swore that you were almost sick for me.

Troth, no; no more than reason.

Why, then your uncle and the prince and Claudio
Have been deceived; they swore you did.

Do not you love me?

Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice?

Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow,
And got a calf in that same noble feat
Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
But, for my will, my will is your good will
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd
In the state of honourable marriage:
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

And I do with an eye of love requite her.

To bind me, or undo me; one of them.
Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,
Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.

And so am I, being else by faith enforced
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be
buried in thy eyes; and moreover I will go with
thee to thy uncle's.

Serve God, love me and mend. There will I leave
you too, for here comes one in haste.

And how do you?

Question: why, an hour in clamour and a quarter in
rheum: therefore is it most expedient for the
wise, if Don Worm, his conscience, find no
impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his
own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for
praising myself, who, I ...

An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in
the lime of good neighbours. If a man do not erect
in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall live
no longer in monument than the bell rings and the
widow weeps.

Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.

Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love
indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense,
so forcible is thy wit. But I must tell thee
plainly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either
I must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe
him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me for
which of ...

Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.

O, stay but till then!

And therefore will come.
Exit MARGARET
Sings
The god of love,
That sits above,
And knows me, and knows me,
How pitiful I deserve,--
I mean in singing; but in loving, Leander the good
swimmer, Troilus the first employer of panders, and
a whole bookful of these quondam carpet-mangers,
whose ...

If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the
pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons for maids.

A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a
woman: and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give
thee the bucklers.

Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches.

In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living
shall come over it; for, in most comely truth, thou
deservest it.

Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at
my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice.

Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave
you now to your gossip-like humour: you break jests
as braggarts do their blades, which God be thanked,
hurt not. My lord, for your many courtesies I thank
you: I must discontinue your company: your brother
the bastard is ...

Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily.

Aside to CLAUDIO You are a villain; I jest not:
I will make it good how you dare, with what you
dare, and when you dare. Do me right, or I will
protest your cowardice. You have killed a sweet
lady, and her death shall fall heavy on you. Let ...

Shall I speak a word in your ear?

Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you
charge it against me. I pray you choose another subject.

It is in my scabbard: shall I draw it?

In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came
to seek you both.

Good day, my lord.

Enough, I am engaged; I will challenge him. I will
kiss your hand, and so I leave you. By this hand,
Claudio shall render me a dear account. As you
hear of me, so think of me. Go, comfort your
cousin: I must say she is dead: and so, farewell.

Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero?

Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee.

Beat--

Nay, but, Beatrice,--

Hear me, Beatrice,--

Is Claudio thine enemy?

We'll be friends first.